Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Maura's POV:

I was dragged back to home after dad left me all injured. He didn't even let me take a breather and asked me to follow him home. The blood had dried up on my body, and my wounds were aching.

I basically crawled behind him. And since it was too dark, Dad got the benefit, and nobody spotted me in that state. Even if they had, they wouldn't say a word. Nobody wanted to mess with my father, as he would make their lives hell.

"Go change and cook for me," dad said as soon as we entered the house.

I mustered all the strength I could to rush upstairs and shut my bedroom door.

"Ah!" I winced in pain when taking off my clothes and walking under the shower.

I knew only a shower could help calm my bruised body.

"I am sorry, Zane. But we cannot be together," I whispered under the shower, preparing myself to reject Zane's offer. I wasn't even allowed to be seen with him.

It wasn't that I hadn't thought of running away from my house. I just didn't know if I could trust Zane. If a father could treat his daughter like that, anybody could. How can I trust Zane when I can' t even trust my own father?

thoughts in my head, I kept sobbing and standing under the water until I began to feel like I was

my

room and watching me with

doing here?" I

I'm just looking over my little daughter and admiring how beautiful she is now that she has grown up." He whispered, taking

of here!" Not willing to let him in, I rushed and pushed him out. At this point, he could see my naked body with his hungry eyes. But that's what confused him,

even take care of your father's simplest desires?" He yelled from the other

like this. He made a duplicate key to my room so he

never look at his daughter like that." I was screaming and crying when I heard the door being slammed shut. I

into my clothes and walked

and everything! I will see how he survives without me," I was muttering and packing my clothes. I knew for a fact he will be gone for drinking so I could leave without getting caught. And by the time he comes home, I will be long

sure he wasn't home. Once I was halfway downstairs, I heard some noises coming from the basement. A frown covered my forehead because I didn't recall ever

live here and act like they own the place," he was talking to himself. I could tell he was pretty drunk, but that didn't matter to me. My entire attention was

way to the exit and

dropped my bag and strolled in the direction of the basement door.

room and grabbing an axe to break down the lock.